Abbrev. Song (Commuted Sentence)
There’s an APB that’s out today for a B&E at the CRA
And a DUI, so my ETA, FYI is not today.
My GPS has the HSV. My IBS is from old JD.
They’ll never pin the rap on me. I’m slippery from the KFC.
That’s my A-B-B-R-E-V song. It won’t last long.
LMAO, my ass is gone. It’s just a game and we’re all just pawns
between the guns and the border play of the MNR and the NRA.
Now the OPP they got me PDQ for some Q&A like an SVU.
Oh, the R&R? Ya, I got that too in an SUV from a girl in blue.
Her TLC was a nightstick blow. I took off like a UFO.
She screamed just like a VHF, a thermospheric treble clef.
That siren nearly made me deaf. WTF?
She chased me for a decent spell. Props, she’s an XXL.
I eluded her and to this day I’m living at the YMCA,
half Dillinger, half Socrates asking questions, catching ZZZ’s.
© Audsongs 2019